Monday mornings are always hard. Monday mornings after a long run and skating for an hour are brutal. Ow. But on the other hand, YAY for half marathon training.

Sunday was great though. Maureen came over and we did my flat 8-mile route, which is far more manageable than my 6-7 mile hilly routes through Newton, and we beat the rain, too. Superior!

After she left, I ate some cereal with soy milk, took a shower, made myself some vegetable cous cous soup, and followed it up with a loooooong nap. When I woke up it was nearly time to get myself together for skating. My legs felt a little tired, but nothing too bad.

Skating was fun, as usual. I still kind of suck, but at least I’m not falling, and the people in my group are all very nice. They laugh at me when I clap and cheer for them. I can’t help it though; that’s just who I am. But holy hell. All that sculling. NOT great after an 8 mile run. My legs were shaking by the end of the hour, and the walk back to the car was all wobbly.

Fast forward to now and I am sore, sore, sore, but in a good way. Plus, I got to eat ice cream last night after all those calories burned. Totally earned it.